Mama’s Bean and the Philosophy of Being

Inception prose

Samantha Lazar
Jun 4 · 3 min read
Photo by FLY:D on Unsplash

Oocyte is my newest pet name for my sweet Mr. E. He is 10, going on 38, IMHO, a magical near-middle-aged soul, full of quick wit, full of himself, totally in-tune, but easily checked-out. This mama/teacher cannot compete with a screen, even if I flash my mammaries. How quickly kids forget the sweet comfort of the letdown, while I, with a preteen son (does he have a…